Sunday, February 22, 2009

Monday (A)Musings The Now I Know Why My Children Tell Me I'm No Fun Edition

This morning I was greeted with a plethora of "Why did the ________ cross the road?" jokes. I use the term "jokes" loosely. My children ages seven, five and four are still learning the art of joke creating and telling for that matter. I also use the term "art" loosely for those of you who were wondering.

At first, I endured various versions of "Why did the chicken cross the road?" The answers ranged from the classic "to get to the other side" to the ridiculous, "to go to the grocery store to buy toilet paper" to the sublime, "Because God said so."

I merrily played along with "Why did the bookcase cross the road?" and "Why did the doorknob cross the road?" until my daughter started in with "Why did my butt cross the road?" series. I cut her off at the pass, so to speak, and didn't even let her finish.

After hearing so much, a-hem, creativity up until that point, I'm just not sure the butt series would have been all it was cracked up to be.

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Verse of the Day

Hey there!

I recognize that all my blessings come from my Heavenly Father. I want to be sure to give Him joyful praise for who He is.
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Remember:

Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will. Find out just what any people will quietly submit to and you have the exact measure of the injustice and wrong which will be imposed on them, and these will continue till they have been resisted with either words or blows, or with both. The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they suppress. --Frederick Douglass

Men, whether great or small, are still but men, and men are dust. To trust in the many is folly, to rely upon the eminent few is madness; to depend upon the Lord alone is the only sanity.